Page 21 of The Perfect Escape

“No,” I lied. “I wasn’t looking.”

It was a big lie, too. I absolutely was.

“Your poor husband has no idea.” He sighed. “No idea how you put on a little show for us. The way you spread your sunscreen over your long legs, parting them and almost giving us a glimpse. Such a fucking tease.”

I sucked in a breath, my hips moving in response to Hawk. What was he doing to me?!

“I wasn’t doing that for you,” I rasped.

“Liar.” Ash’s lips curled into a devilish smile. “A slutty little liar.”

Pleasure rippled through me, my toes curling as my muscles started to coil. Between his unhurried ministrations and the steady degradation Ash was giving me, I was a goner.

“That's right,” he said. “You can't fight it. There's no escaping this orgasm. You're tied to a cross with a man on his knees in front of you, cleaning up the mess the two of you made. You aren't going anywhere until I allow you to.”

His words were low, radiating through me as if they were full of fire. I shivered, dragging in another breath as he yanked my head back, and then grabbed a hold of the chain between my nipple clamps.

He gave them a harsh pull. I screamed, the pain going straight to my pussy. I felt numb. But that didn't stop the pleasure that grabbed hold of me and refused to let go.

Between the vibrator, and the things the two of them were doing to me, my body protested, but ultimately gave in to the threat of the climax.

With a loud cry, I arched against the cross, fighting the ropes as another orgasm crashed through me. My legs were made of water, barely able to hold me up as I came hard enough that my vision dotted. Hawk thrust his fingers in and out of me, pumping them through the height of the waves. I gasped, collapsing back against the cross, my body having given every single ounce it could.

He finally released me. In a few swift motions, he pulled the nipple clamps free. I cried out. They always hurt more coming off than going on. Then, he undid the ropes that held the vibrator to my pussy, and turned it off.

The moment I stopped feeling the vibrations through my body, it almost felt like there was something wrong. I'd become so used to the feeling of it, it felt strange to not have that against my pussy anymore.

“Get ready to catch her,” he said to Hawk.

He undid the ropes on my wrists, and I fell forward, straight into Hawk's arms. My head fell against his burly chest, his muscled arms winding around me and cradling me to him.

He lifted me, planting a kiss on my forehead.

“Take her to the bed.”

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ashton

The game master was pleased.

And everything was going to plan.

My gaze followed Hawk and Rosie as they went to the massive shell-shaped bed, but as I glanced up at the clock, I felt a sense of urgency to solve the next part of the puzzle.

We’d used the spanking bench.

We’d used the cross.

Now, we just needed to use the bed.

The two of them collapsed into the pearlescent pink blankets. Rosie rolled into the center and I narrowed my eyes as Hawk kissed her hard and sweet.

A littletoosweet for my taste.

“Spread her legs,” I commanded.

Rosie obeyed without Hawk even having to push them apart. Despite protesting all the orgasms, she was desperate for more. Of course she was. She was a cock-hungry, orgasm-loving little slut.

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